The Feather

This morning as my thoughts were frazzled, heart sullen, I was prompted– read Psalm 91. So I did. This afternoon I went back to that dark place, letting the negativity in– allowing it to swarm in my head, giving it permission to sting hard– so my sweet husband took my hand and said, “let’s go on a walk to take your mind off of it for a bit.” He knows that I’ve been trying hard– trying to exercise self-control over thoughts, trying to remember that often opinions aren’t truth, trying to keep things on the outside where they don’t hurt as bad– trying to prevent my hurt from hurting those I love most– trying SO HARD to
dwell on what is good– but today I broke down hard.
Outside, the rain fell in a mist and from the sky floated a single white feather. It landed gentle at my feet.
It could be considered coincidence, sure. Maybe not. Either way it reminded me of what I read this morning– that God promises to protect, and when I fail, He doesn’t– that we– ALL of us– are loved divinely– more than we can conceive: “He will cover you with his feathers. He will shelter you with his wings. His faithful promises are your armor and protection” (Psalm 91:4).